In a box of wonderful old books that a kind soul recently sent to us, there was paperback ‘inspiration’ booklet by Archbishop Fulton J. Sheen. In it I came across this treasure. I hope you enjoy it as much as I have:
The Divine Healer
by Archbishop Fulton Sheen
God does not frown on your complaint.
Did not His Mother in the Temple ask:
“Son! Why hast thou done so to us?”
And did not Christ on the Cross complain:
“My God! Why hast Thou abandoned Me?”
If the Son asked the Father,
And the Mother the Son – “Why?”
Why should not you?
But let your wails be to God,
And not to man,
Asking not, “Why does God do this to me?”
But: “Why, O God, dost Thou treat me so?”
Talk not about God, as Satan did to Eve:
“Why did God command you?”
But talk to God, as Christ to His Father.
And at the end of your sweet complaining prayer
You will say: “Father, into Thy Hands I commend my spirit.”
You will not so much be taken down
As the thief on the left,
But be taken up as the thief
Who heard: “This day, Paradise.”
They who complain to others never see God’s purposes
They who complain to God find that
Their Passion, like Christ’s, turns into compassion.
Only He who made your wound can heal it.
The Love that tightened your bow-strings
Did so, not in hurt, but in love of music.
Do not all lovers ask in doubt: “Do you love me?”
Ask that of the Tremendous Lover
And each scar will seem a kiss!
God is not “way up there.”
He is taking another body – your own
To carry on the world’s redemption.
Too few offer Him a human nature
Like Mary at the angel’s call –
So He conscripts you, drafts you,
Inducts you into His Army.
Complain that your shoulders
Ache beneath your pack –
But see His own, smarting
Under a cross beam.
Complaint to God is dialogue,
And dialogue is prayer.
Not the ready-made, packaged, memorized
Lip-service of the book and candle,
but the encounter and the union
That only lovers know!